There's nothing left to do here on the Saturday night The same old boring fish you've known all your life Our feelings on the left, the joke is on the right But com'n, com'n, com'n, com'n You left me smokin' on the balcony Like everything was all right You left me smokin' on the balcony Like everything was all right Ooh, I'm sick of all these hot shots tryin' to get it made Hoarding themselves for not a single day Sophisticated friends to be in rock'n'roll bands Now com'n, com'n, com'n and leave those homies alone You left me smokin' on the balcony Like everything was all right You left me smokin' on the balcony Like everything was all right Oh, we don't know What we're running for Oh, we don't know What they're running for There's nothing left to do here on the Saturday night I'm sick of all these hot shots (...? ) Our feelings on the left, our forties on the right Now com'n com'n com'n com'n com'n com'n You left me smokin' on the balcony Like everything was all right You left me smokin' on the balcony Like everything was all right Like everything was all right Like everything was all right Like everything was aaallll right Like everything was all ri-i-i-i-ight